It was thundering when YHC woke up. Should he fartsack or go out? Red pill, blue pill? A little rain never hurt nobody. Up and at ’em, it is. When YHC arrived, two guys were in the gloom in front of the fence: an FNG and his dad, Rigs, a buddy of El Guapo. Then Walleye, then Tool and Amnesty, and finally, with a coffee cup in his mouth, in bikes Marlin. YHC gives a real disclaimer (first in probably two years), and the PAX is off for The Thang.
Warm-Up COP:
- Imperial Walkers 31xIC
- Squats 31xIC
- SSHs 31xIC
- Mountain Climbers 31xIC
The PAX selects their favorite rocks (YHC got one that Triple Shift marked as weighing 30 lbs) for another COP:
- Shoulder press, curl, dead lift, squat and then (cuz the ground was wet) bench press, each 20xIC
- Rinse and repeat for 16xIC, then 12xIC, then 8xIC and finally 4xIC.
Lunge walk half away across the field to a line of trees, and then lunge watch to the far side of the field to the edge of the parking lot for some Mericana on the parking pumpers: regular merkins 10xIC, diamond merkins 10xIC and wide merkins 10xIC.
Mosey back towards the rock pile for a Circle of Mary:
- LBCs 25xIC
- Flutter Kicks 25xIC
- Penguins 25xIC
- Box Cutters 25xIC
- Wife Pleasers (for our FNG) 25xIC
Finish off with ten burpees OYO, then return rocks and mosey back to the virtual flag for Countoff, Name-o-Rama (where the PAX after much deliberation named the FNG, who’s a senior at LSU and wants to go to vet school and is the son of Rigs, Dead Pets), and Circle of Trust.
Peace, Jingle Vader
